One Piece: The Strongest Ninja

"What a stupid girl, she can't even take care of herself!"

Xie Xuan shook his head, picked up Xiang Yixuan, put her in his boudoir, covered her with a quilt, and walked out of Villa No. 17.

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On the other side, news of the death of King Shen Fu and Shen Xian has spread throughout Chaozhou City.

"What? King Shen Xian is dead?"

After hearing the news, Ning Kui, who had been waiting at Shen Fu's house for the good news, couldn't sit still for a moment. He thought Shen Fu could break Xie Xuan's limbs and bring him back, but he didn't expect that the news he was waiting for was from Shen Fu. News of death.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

There were messy footsteps outside the door.

"Eldest brother, it's not good. There are many government officials outside. They want to seal up the Shen family villa. Let's leave quickly!"

Ning Kui's men ran in and said in a panic.

"go!"

Ning Kui frowned and quickly left the Shen family villa with his people.

Ning Kui led a group of people and walked directly towards Longshan Mountain at the junction of the three provinces.

There is a temple on the hillside of the northern mountain of Longshan, called Hidden Dragon Temple. Hidden Dragon Temple is not big, with only two people, an abbot and a young monk.

The young monk is only 17 years old. He has been running down the mountain twice a day, rain or shine.

"Mingwu, did you sneak down the mountain again today?"

The old monk sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, just listening to the sound and knowing that Mingwu had returned.

"Master, I..."

Mingwu was caught red-handed and didn't know how to explain it.

"Take these things and give them all to her. Your persuasion is of no use. Only when she realizes it in her heart will she repent!"

The old monk said calmly, and pushed a bag in front of Mingwu. The bag was filled with money, which were all incense money given by people who came to the temple to worship.

"Ah? Master, do you know everything?"

After listening to the old monk's words, Mingwu's face turned red.

"You are still young, so you have to practice hard. When your practice reaches a certain level, you will naturally be able to save many people. But now, you are not able to do that!"

The old monk said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master, I remember!"

Mingwu held the money bag in his hand and lowered his head.

After thinking for a long time, he raised his head again, looked at the old monk with great interest and said, "Master, the northwest area has been a bit uneasy recently. A big shot has appeared. Every time I go down the mountain, I can feel a powerful aura!"

"Are you talking about the eight breaths and the eight deep seas that lead to Bixiao?"

The old monk looked slightly sideways.

"Yeah, he's very powerful. I want to fight him!"

"But, I'm afraid I can't beat him, I'm still so young!"

Ming Wu said to himself as he touched his head.

"You may not be his opponent in martial arts, but you can beat him in other aspects. Use your brain in everything!"

The old monk gave an idea.

"Master, do you mean to play the piano?"

"But what if he can't play? Then I won't be able to win?"

Mingwu became confused again.

"Don't worry, he will. Tomorrow morning, he will go to Longshan. You can wait for him under the Wind Tower!"

The old monk smiled knowingly.

"Okay, thank you Master, I will definitely go tomorrow!"

Mingwu laughed happily.

"Before you go, go down the mountain and sort out your affairs. You can't sort out this mortal world!"

The old monk spoke again.

"Yes, Master, I remember!"

The little monk nodded, took the money bag and left the master's meditation room.

"The king appears and disturbs the stream!"

The old monk stroked his beard and said knowingly, he had lived in this Hidden Dragon Temple for more than 40 spring and autumn years. Before going up the mountain, he had stirred up troubles and entered the rivers and lakes three times, all of which were bloody.

The world may have forgotten that there was once a swordsman dressed in white, who wielded a sword for thousands of miles, washed away his glory with blood, and was so angry that he only wanted beauty.

But because beauty is fleeting, her youth has fallen into her arms, and the emotions in her heart have died, so she is like Longshan, practicing in this Hidden Dragon Temple for 40 years. She doesn’t care about the romance, the romance, the sword, the love and hatred, and only cultivates her heart. .

But if anyone in the martial arts world hears about his name, the shadow of the tree, he will definitely be scared out of his wits. He was once a walking horse under the pavilion, and is now a Zen master under the pavilion.

"Boom boom boom!"

The temple door was suddenly knocked violently.

"Master, it's so late, why do people still come to the door?"

The young monk ran to the old monk's meditation room again and asked softly.

"Go and open the door. It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that you can't avoid!"

The old monk opened his eyes again. He already knew who was coming.

Mingwu nodded and quickly walked outside.

Outside the temple, a man wearing black training clothes and an imposing figure stood at the door. If it wasn't Ning Kui, who could it be?

Ten big men with unkind expressions stood behind him on both sides. The six at the front were the famous Liuhe Sanren of the Wu family, while the four at the back were Ning Kui's confidants.

"Amitabha, donor, what's the important thing when you come to Wolong Temple so late?"

Mingwu asked, looking at Ning Kui.

"I'm looking for Zen Master Tingxia!"

Ning Kui said coldly.

"It's Master's clever plan. It turns out that the person who came here is evil!"

Mingwu made some arrangements in his mind, and then said to Ning Kui: "Donor, please come with me!"

Ning Kui followed Mingwu in and directly opened the door of the old monk's Zen room. He saw the Zen master sitting cross-legged on the futon under the pavilion without opening his eyes.

"Hello, Zen Master Tingxia. I am Ning Kui. I come from Jindu. My adoptive father is Wu Nannan of the Wu family in Jindu. He asked me to come to you as soon as possible when I come to Jinling!"

Ning Kui looked at the Zen Master under the pavilion and said respectfully.

"Monks don't tell lies. The benefactor told me lies for the first time when he met me. It has already proved that the benefactor is not sincere. Everything is over. The old monk advised the benefactor to go back early to avoid getting into trouble. It’s hard to protect yourself!”

Zen Master Tingxia looked at Ning Kui and said calmly.

"Zen Master, you have never met me, why do you think I told lies?"

Ning Kui frowned, looked at the Zen master under the pavilion and asked.

"The face is born from the heart, and all your appearances are already written on your face!"

"Here, things in the five northwest provinces are not something you can fix. Everything depends on cause and effect. If the benefactor insists on doing this, I'm afraid a disaster will happen!"

Zen Master Tingxia continued.

"What the hell, you're talking nonsense here when I just came here!"

Ning Kui angrily scolded Zen Master Tingxia in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Zen Master, let's not talk about this. I came here this time to respect the order of my adoptive father. He said that Zen Master once owed him a favor and specially ordered me to come here to ask for it. I wonder if Zen Master will give him this favor?"

Ning Kui said unwillingly.

This time, when he was leaving the Wu family, Wu Nannan gave him a life-preserving amulet, telling him that the Tingxia Zen master at Wolong Temple in Longshan, northwest, had been favored by the Wu family when he was young and owed a favor. If necessary, he could ask for it from him, and he would be safe. Ning Kui is safe.

But he didn't expect that after Ning Kui saw the demise of the Shen family, he would directly climb the mountain and enter Wolong Temple to ask for this favor.

He, Ning Kui, was a close disciple of Wu Nannan of the Wu family, a peerless master ranked seventh on the list of geniuses, and with Wu Dongnan's Liuhe Sanren sitting behind him, how could he need an old monk to save his life.

It's just that if this chess piece is placed now, it naturally has its use. If it is not used now, when will it be used?

"Amitabha!"

The Zen master under the pavilion clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"Zen Master, you should repay your kindness. This has been the case since ancient times. Since Zen Master is a disciple of Buddhism, he should know such etiquette!"

"How about it, Master, should you respond?"

Ning Kui sneered and raised the corners of his mouth. The method of moral kidnapping is the most effective method for an enlightened monk like Zen Master Tingxia.

"Donor, you have misunderstood the benefactor's intention. There will be no results if you force things to happen. If you insist on doing so, the old monk will naturally agree and end the favor!"

Zen Master Tingxia shook his head slightly and said.

He has already seen clearly the Ning Kui in front of him. He just wants to use his time to get involved with his old enemy. In addition, Ning Kui has a deep mind and evil eyes. He should have more ruthless means and plans. with the city